Chapter 153: Chapter 153 – High Tide

Pedro Hernandez

I admit, I'm insecure about sex during pregnancy, but she's the doctor here, not me. And if Adie wants me, she'll have me. If my wife wants me, I'll never deny her anything.

I slowly push her towards the stairs that lead to the floor below. Adie doesn't even worry about that; her only concern is continuing to kiss me, caressing me with her tongue.

We walk down a long hallway that makes me wish it would end soon. The suite is at the end of the hallway. I reach for the doorknob and when I open it, I push it hard so that it opens and closes without me having to focus my attention on it. The bed is round, smaller than ours, but that only makes me even more anxious for it.

Our feet bump against the bed and I almost fall on top of her because of it. The bed is lower, with rounded edges. I would never forgive myself if I hurt her like that. Her fingers undo the buttons of my shirt. I take it off and throw it to a corner of the room. Then, her attention turns to the belt, which is soon on the floor as well, along with the pants.

"You won't need any of this right now," Adie murmurs against my mouth.

Her hand slides across my abdomen, her nails leaving scratches that send an exciting shiver down my spine. I know exactly where she's going with this. I know she wants to excite me, and she doesn't need to bother; my member is erect, ready for her.

She bites my lips, as if she's feeling the same desire I have to be inside her at this moment. My hands follow the zipper on her back, and I'm curious to know how she managed to close it. The dress loosens on her body and falls to the floor easily. The white lingerie is on display, almost numbing me to see her like this.

I wrap my arms around her and lean over her so she can lie down and I can lean over her. I trail kisses down to her neck and can hear her panting breath. I gently bite the skin of her neck and hear her low moan.

I make a trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone. The bra still covers her breasts and I think it's time to get rid of it.

"I prefer you without it," I say, alternating my gaze between the bra and her eyes. "You won't need it..." I whisper provocatively.

Adie arches her body so I can access the bra clasp. I unhook it and throw it on the floor, having free access to her full breasts. I leave kisses in the space between them, while massaging her right breast.

"Don't forget the left one, mi amor," her voice is husky, while her body arches again towards my face. "They won't be just yours in a few months..."

"Then I'll enjoy them while they're exclusively mine." “I answer,” I say, before taking her left breast in my mouth, not forgetting to touch her right breast.

Her fingers run through my hair, pressing me even closer to her body. I know my wife wants me, and I won’t prolong our distance. I position myself between her legs, without moving away from her breasts. I can feel – even through the fabric of my underwear and her panties – her wetness, eager for my touch as I tease her with a brush against me.

“Pedro…” The moan with my name is audible and exciting. “Pregnancy increases libido and all my hormones.”

“This is perfect…” I murmur, switching to her right breast. “Because this will only bring you even more pleasure.”

“I can come faster,” she says in a low tone, while her fingers pull at my hair. “Wouldn’t that be less pleasurable for you?”

“My pleasure is giving you pleasure.” “I affirm,” I say, before moving my free hand away from her breast and sliding it down to her navel, touching her intimately through her panties. “Besides, if you can come faster, I can make you come as many times as you need to feel truly satisfied.”

I hear her soft moan as my fingers push aside her panties to touch her intimately without any inhibitions. She’s soaked, just as I expected. I tease her clitoris and her breast.

“I hope that’s true, Pedro. Because I’m sure I’ll need even more of your attention,” she says, arching her head and swallowing hard. “I can become unbearable pregnant.”

“You’ll become unbearably hot. And that’s all it will be,” I affirm, before sliding my mouth down her belly, towards her intimate area. “I don’t think you’ll need that either.” “I mean,” I say, grabbing her panties and sliding them down her legs until they’re lying on the floor.

I kiss her intimately, without reaching the point where she writhes the most, hoping I’ll get there. My fingers trace circles around her clitoris before finally being inserted inside her. Adrielle throws her leg over my shoulder, as if wanting more than that. I give a small, sideways smile, knowing I’m satisfying my woman. My teeth nibble at her clitoris, causing her to moan loudly.

I run my tongue over her clitoris while my fingers make light movements at the entrance of her intimacy. I know she longs for more. I quicken the rhythm of my movements, but I don't intend to give her what she wants using my fingers, but rather my member.

Her face is tilted under the pillow, which prevents me from seeing her face, flushed with the pleasure I'm giving her. But I know she's close to achieving what she needs. Her displeasure is quite audible when I pull my fingers away and stop my movements.

"What do you intend to do?" Her grumble is full of frustration.

I take off my boxer shorts and let them fall to the floor before leaning over her and positioning my member at her entrance.

Her green eyes fix on mine, with a mischievous smile of someone who understands very well what I'm doing.

"My fingers are limited, despite being large. I thought you'd prefer something bigger, something that can truly give you the pleasure you need." “I say,” I say, my nose brushing against hers.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and I feel her fingers tugging gently through my hair.

“I prefer it this way…” she replies, as I kiss her jawline and trace my path to her neck.

Her response is all I need to sink deeper inside her. Her first reaction is a loud moan, her nails digging into my skin, scratches that don't bother me at the moment.

I make stronger, more precise movements, with thrusts she would call violent. I shouldn't hold back yet, not until she limits me. I can feel my member going deep inside her. Her moans in my ear make it clear she's not worried about it, just as I shouldn't be.

Our bodies seem to merge into one another at any moment. The sound between them is low, just enough for only the two of us to hear. The heat emanating from both of us is intense, so much so that it seems to course through my veins.

Adie grips my face tightly before pressing her mouth against mine in a desperate kiss to silence her moans. She seems worried about others hearing us, but the room is soundproof. No one but me can hear her.

This reminds me of the times she held back her moans when we were having sex in college. We're not there anymore. She's in our bed, on our yacht, in our city.

"You can moan all you want, we're not having sex in a college dorm, my love," I affirm, while caressing her cheek.

"And what if they hear us?" she asks, with a hoarse moan in my ear.

"The only one who can and should hear you is me," I reply, biting her lower lip. "And to be quite honest, I love hearing you moan in my ear."

There's an explicit hungry look in her eyes. A loud moan escapes her lips, and I feel her intimacy tighten around me, making it clear she's about to climax, and I'll have my job done.

I quicken my thrusts, with a stronger movement inside her. I can feel a prick, like a thread, and I imagine it's the IUD – something she doesn't seem to have removed yet. The baby is too small for me to feel it like this.

With a loud moan, I can feel her fluid inside me, releasing all the pleasure she longed to feel. My job is done. And I can do this many times, so much so that I shouldn't even care about climaxing now or later.

"If you don't start moving again, I'll make you use only your hands to satisfy yourself for the rest of my pregnancy." Adie's voice is serious, still breathless. Her green eyes focus on mine, with an expression that makes it clear she's not joking. "You know what they say, happy mom, happy baby."

"But-..." She doesn't even let me finish. “I didn’t say I could stop. My pleasure is also in giving you pleasure,” she says, her fingers in my hair, pressing my head against her mouth.

Wow, how can she be so hot giving orders like that?

But I won’t argue, because if my wife is ordering, all I can do is obey. My right hand slides to her thigh and I push her away to move again. I know I don’t need much effort to reach my limit.

“I think you’re exciting me again…” she says, breathlessly.

“We can repeat this as many times as you want,” I affirm, before feeling a wave of pleasure hit me and I come inside her. Now I don’t have to worry about the possibility of getting pregnant from deep thrusts; that’s already happened. “Satisfied?”

“At this rate, Hernandez, there will be plenty of love and not enough air.” She replies with a small, knowing smile before pulling me towards her for a kiss.